Like The Prince Novels & Stories

**Estelle's POV** For real! Prince walked up to me! “Princes! Prince! My goodness, he's so handsome!” "Prince, look over here!" "Pair with me, Prince!" All the girls here were already screaming, like mad dogs wanting to pounce on something. They were crazy about Prince, of course.

The High Prince, that means there is no way that I would be able to get close to them, an image of the male I seem to be drawn to flashes in my head and I wonder who or what he is to this prince, without thinking I ask, “This High Prince travels with others. Do you know who they are?” She seems to think this over and then says, “I believe that they are his cousins, Princes in their own right…” Upon hearing that, my heart drops and I know for sure that there is no way I will be getting close to them unless I become their dinner. I sigh as I then say, “Oh… Well, maybe I shouldn't bother them then and just keep moving..."

“I beg your pardon young prince, but do I look like someone who will try to stab the little princess into death.” Drawing a sinister smile as he is somewhat provoking him into the game he forever loves creating. Kyle is on the top of the cloud as the young prince never ceases to make him smile and be amused by his silly wits, yet the factual thoughts of everything of this world, yet not one could understand and even see deeper. “You.” Stopping him immediately as the little princess holds his hand and gently calls his name. He is left, but to keep his composure, but swears one thing.

the prince trailed expressively on his words as he poured himself a drink. The prince surely is a work of art that every woman would love to get their hands on despite his cold self. But this is Princess Thalyn, a recluse, she might fall for the prince at first glance and she’d only be used once then discarded. If it’s the other way around, she’d be in dire straits either, the prince is no gentleman. His two friends felt uneasy with his words but asked no more of it.

Maybe we can go there and- - '' Hold it right there'' Student 1: I don't like it at all. Who do you think you are acting all chummy with The Princess? I don't like it at all. So Fake Prince; Fight us. If you can think you can withstand just a mere 30 second then we won't do anything to you when the princess leaves this world. If you can't, don't even think of being anywhere near the princess at all, Trash Fake Prince. Ban: 3 second...( Student1,2,3: Hmmm???? ( Bloodlust?)

"Pompous lion shifter. The only one from his lineage. He's a high-ranked popular boy. But not as popular as the four princes from the founding families." I watch as the boy enjoys the attention he's getting from the female folks. "What a drama king," Zuri scoffs, shaking her head. "He's not even that cute." "He doesn't look bad." I offer my honest review. Zuri shakes her head. "He's just there. If you see the four founding princes, you'll know the difference between cute and handsome." I throw my head back in laughter. gods, how does she so effortlessly lighten up my mood all the time?

It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used. “Uncle Hunter.” Her voice calls out cheerily, and I chuckle. It seems she wants to pretend she didn’t see what happened last night. “Yes, Princess?” I call back, a long pause settling between us. “I made breakfast if you’re hungry.” Jessica stutters out. I grin, the thought of eating her cooking again making me want to rush out the door.

Richard’s P O V I rose quietly and moved toward the wardrobe, pulling on a fresh shirt, then my trousers, then the uniform that made me look like a prince instead of a man unraveling. Buttons clicked under my fingers. A belt tightened. I adjusted my cuffs. All mechanical. All rehearsed. I felt like I was dressing a corpse. The palace wanted the Crown Prince polished today. It didn’t care that his heart was splitting in two. As I fastened the last button, the sound shifted behind me.

In that respect he’d got off reasonably lightly… what he hadn’t got off lightly with was who his mate was. Well it wasn’t really who… Prince Christopher was a kind, caring and generous prince like his family. On the surface he liked what he saw, not that he’d ever given another male a second glance. But he had certainly given him a closer look at the ball while he danced with his sister. Deep golden walnut hair fell to his jaw, unlike usual, the thick hair had been waxed back, otherwise it always fell into his face. His sharp jaw and golden eyes the carbon copy of his father.

she asks, raising a brow. "Nothing, I—" I stutter, and she bursts into laughter. "What’s so funny?" "You should see how you look when you stutter. Just like a puppet doll." "A doll? Are you insane? How can you compare a prince to a doll?" She grins mischievously. "So, you don’t want to be a doll, but you want to be a prince?" "Exactly. I am a prince, not some lifeless toy." "Then that makes you a prince doll—or should it be doll prince?" she teases, sticking her tongue out before darting into the woods.